For We Are Many (Bobiverse, #2)

by Dennis E. Taylor

The cat’s A.I. was realistic, right down to the total lack of loyalty.

“Ooh, naming it and everything. You are a sentimental sort.” Jonny was definitely a sarcastic S.O.B. I decided he couldn’t leave soon enough for my tastes.

Holy. Crap. On a cracker.

Dr. Sheehy laughed. I couldn’t help noticing that she had a great laugh. Also freckles, dimples when she laughed… I mentally slapped myself. This could go exactly nowhere.

However, Homer didn’t seem to be getting worse or harming himself, so we decided in timeless male fashion to leave things be and wait for him to get a grip.

Garfield nodded and rubbed his chin in thought. “Hmm, I’ve always wanted to fly…”

Guppy didn’t comment. Version-3 memory capacity or not, he still wasn’t into small talk.